Uce bows his head. "I'm so sorry for your loss." He turns to everyone else. "I don't need anything else." 

Khutulun nodes.

"That is all we need to know. Many thanks."

The monks looks around at the others. "If that is it let us go. Before we go to the ruins I suggest we rest for the night and I will let the Mistress know of our progress."

"I'd prefer if you don't mention me," said Cinta.

"Yes," says Mal. "Besides, we need somewhere to put all this fruit." 

Khutulun raises an eyebrow as she eyes now Cinta again. "Not mention you to my mistress? Why would it matter?"

Krikoris nods, "A rest certainly seems like a good idea. When are people, such as our target, most likely to be out and about? We might do well to time our trip to coincide with his absence. I'm also looking forward to seeing how all of this food tastes."

"I'd rather not have home know of my whereabouts, that's all. Loose lips sink ships," answers Cinta.

OOC: Sleepwise there are a few options-  head back to where Mal organised accomodation for Jupp and his original companions, head home with Khutulun or find other accomodation.

"If we go back to Abeguwo's Kitchen and share our fruit with her, it may cover the cost of lodging for the night," Mal suggests. 

"I will head back to the compound, whoever wishes to come I am sure that the Mistress will welcome them. It will not be as fancy as some of the other lodging, but is merely a place to rest."

Uce nods. "I'll go back to the compound. I don't need anything fancy." 

Krikoris hesitates, "I like fancy... But I think I'll stick with Mal for now. You seem like you have a good understanding of this place, and I'd very much like to understand it better. With any luck, I'll be here for quite some time."

"I think we should stick together, especially if we have to do any late night planning before sleeping - so I'll go with you to the compound too - but Krikoris, I still want to take the extra fruit to Abeguwo's Kitchen and drop it off - if you would like to help me, I would be most grateful." Mal hoists a durian under his arm and snacks on one of the remaining mangoes. 

"I do not mind either way but may i sugest we celebreate a successful job and I am curious to try some more local foods and then we could come back to rest at the compound where it would be quiet" Jupp states

"If that is what you wish" Khutulun adds in a monotone voice.

The group say their goodbyes to Ketut as the two black civets come back into view on the walls.

The young nobleman withdraws through the gate and as the group depart the old man shuffles back out to his post.

Mal guides them to the pleasure house and deposits the bulk of the produce with the kitchen earning him brownie points with the staff at least, with Jupps comment in mind he guides the group to a cheap but pleasant Nasi Jinggo* stand and after some chatting and soaking up the atmosphere the group retires to Kiwas family compound.  They are led to the guest quarters which are furnished with simple rattan and cotton sleeping pads.

The night is passed in comfort and a good rest is had all round.

In the morning the servants bring a selection of rice, sate and fruits for breakfast.

*rice, egg/fish/chicken/tempe, vegetables, and condiments, packed conveniently inside a banana leaf.

OOC-   Feel free to have any conversations during the evening ( either between PCs or Khutuluns report to Kiwa etc.).

Cinta sits cross-legged on her mat as she unbuckles the prosthetic arm as she slowly and methodically cleans her wound and applies a salve to it. When she wakes up, she leaves her equipment in the room and heads for breakfast.

After a few false starts before realizing the leaf is actually edible, Krikoris eats the food happily enough, savoring the unusual flavors. After the exertions of the day, he'd head straight to bed when they arrive at the compound.

 The next morning he would rise before the sun and venture outdoors and plant a torch in the ground before lighting it with his magic and spending the time until the sun rose above the buildings causing the flames to assume different shapes and colors, brightening and dimming apparently at random intervals as he worked his magics.

Control Flames

Cinta watches with a drink of something herbal in her remaining hand. She rarely slept, especially in the presence of strangers.

Soft snores are all that can be heard from where Mal went to bed. It's been a long time since he's had accommodations quite this nice.